Sometimes, when I try to speak,
the words get caught between my teeth
I gnash and smash and tear them all up
and the words I'm left with taste really tough
not smooth and peaceful like I was hoping
but in the dark, blind and groping
I stumble and falter and make a big mess
when all I really want to say is babe, you're the best.
And not just right now because you bought me food
or even last night when you put me in the mood
not just because you're so cute when you wake up
and not only because we've combined all our stuff
and it's not just the way you kiss my neck and say
"I love you babe, have an awesome day"
and it's not just because of the music you play
and it's certainly not due to your Mario Lemieux collectors tray
and it's not just caused by the blueness of your eyes,
or based on my yearly birthday surprise
it's not even due to the size of you heart,
although to be clear, it sure sets you apart
no, the reason I love you, and this one is true
is just simply the fact that you, my love,
are you.
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